Reborn at 90, taking space to counterattack and become rich

Hearing Yang Ping's shameless words.

Li Hui was furious.

He wanted to scold him, but was stopped by Xia Chutang.

I saw my daughter indicating with her eyes: "Let's see what grandma says."

Xia Chutang also wanted to see if grandma would be soft-hearted in the face of Yang Ping's shameless request for help after so many things.

When Mrs. Zhao, who was standing in front of the hospital bed, heard this, she turned around and said, "Your hand is sprained, but it's not like you're dead. Changing the sheets doesn't require you to move bricks, so why can't you do it?"

Yang Ping was choked and stunned.

Then he continued: "Aunt, please help me. As you know, I don't work at home, and I don't know how to do these things. How about... I'll give you money, I'll give you ten yuan a day. Okay. no?"

Before Mrs. Zhao could express her position.

Zhang Minmin lost her patience and urged: "I've given you money, why are you still standing still? Are you an old fool if you don't make money?"

Bang - after saying that, Zhang Minmin received a heavy slap on the face.

"Xia Chutang! Why did you hit me!?" Zhang Minmin shouted angrily.

Ever since she was beaten in the ward that day, Zhang Minmin was afraid that Xia Chutang would go crazy again.

At this moment, I was covering my face and didn't dare to make a fuss, so I could only ask questions.

Xia Chutang waved her wrist and said coldly: "If you dare to yell at my grandma again, I won't mind beating you up."

"Tangtang, are you going too far?" Yang Ping dared not speak out in anger.

She was still thinking about asking Mrs. Zhao to take care of her mother.

I dare not say too much to offend people.

Xia Chutang was not that patient and raised her eyebrows: "Am I going too far? Are you going too far by making noises to us in the middle of the night?"

Yang Ping "..."

After finishing speaking, she walked to the old lady and said, "Grandma, it's getting late. I have to go to school tomorrow morning."

Aunt Zhao nodded, turned to Yang Ping and said, "Keep the money for yourself."

"Aunt, shall I give you twenty? Or thirty yuan?" Yang Ping was anxious.

Lu Chengyuan stood at the door of the ward and said calmly: "The hospital nurses take care of patients who cannot take care of themselves, at least 100 yuan a day. You give 30 yuan? Bully Grandma Zhao, don't you understand the market?"

The little nurse next to her immediately exposed it: "How come she doesn't understand the market? She hired a nurse to change the sheets in the afternoon!"

Everyone looked at Yang Ping with a layer of anger in their eyes.

Li Hui couldn't bear it anymore, "Yang Ping, you are really hopeless!"

At this time, he was still thinking of plotting against the old lady.

When Yang Ping saw that the lie was exposed, she simply said shamelessly: "We are all relatives, shouldn't we help each other? The 100 yuan price for a caregiver is the price of an outsider. Of course it is cheaper for our own people, it costs 100 yuan. Then why don’t I invite outsiders?”

"Besides, aunt, you're already here. Help me change the sheets. It's not a piece of cake. Why is it so stained?"

Li Hui: "..."

Aunt Zhao glanced at Yang Ping with cold eyes: "Do you know why I came?"

"Because... you can't worry about my mother?" Yang Ping said boldly.

The old lady snorted: "There's nothing wrong with you saying that. I really don't trust your mother. I'm afraid that God's punishment for her will be too light!"

"Um...what?"

When Yang Ping heard this last sentence, her expression changed drastically: "What... do you mean?"

Mrs. Zhao stared at Zhao Lanying on the hospital bed and said word by word: "You caused me to separate from my son, caused my daughter to miss her marriage, and you repeatedly tried to harm my granddaughter...Zhao Lanying, the way you behave today is an eye-opener from God!"

"Uh-ah-"

Zhao Lanying had a ferocious expression on her face and kept baring her teeth.

Unfortunately, she couldn't speak a complete sentence.

The struggle and anger undoubtedly made Zhao Lanying incontinent again.

Old Mrs. Zhao looked indifferent, looking at the old woman lying in a pool of foreign objects, and said coldly: "Zhao Lanying, you must live like this! The longer you live, the better."

After saying that, Mrs. Zhao took her daughter and granddaughter away without looking back.

The ward was so smelly that no one wanted to stay a second longer.

Yang Ping hurriedly chased them out and stopped the three of them in the corridor.

She said in disbelief, "Auntie, how could you be like this? Do you still have a conscience?"

"conscience?"

Aunt Zhao felt that this word was inexplicably ridiculous coming from the mouth of the person in front of her.

"Yang Ping, you are the child I raised since childhood, where is your conscience?"

Yang Ping was not convinced and argued: "Why do I have no conscience? I used to often bring things to see you."

"Well, you eat the leftover bean curd and sprouted potatoes. You wear old clothes and the tattered sheets from your home..."

Aunt Zhao counted them one by one.

Xia Chutang and Li Hui next to them were a little surprised.

The old lady actually remembered the "rags" that Yang Ping had brought in over the years.

Xia Chutang recalled the scene when Yang Ping brought sprouted potatoes to her when she was just reborn. Her grandmother accepted them with a smile and was reluctant to throw them away.

In fact, the old lady felt like a mirror.

But life is difficult, so she can only pretend not to understand.

Thinking of this, Xia Chutang felt even more sorry for her grandma.

After Mrs. Zhao said this, Yang Ping's face alternated between red and white.

"I don't ask you to remember my kindness either."

Aunt Zhao sighed, "But don't think that I am an old fool. Do you think you are the smartest in the world? Haha. In the future, don't think about plotting against me and Li Hui.

To put it bluntly, when I was ten years old, I watched my mother take care of the affairs of the whole family. I am not satisfied with your narrow-mindedness! "

Yang Ping: "..."

Lu Chengyuan nodded to the nurse and listened to the nurse urging: "Your family members, hurry up and clean up. What are you waiting for?"

After walking out of the inpatient department building, Aunt Zhao let out a breath.

"Mom, are you okay?" Li Hui was a little worried about her mother.

Mrs. Zhao was in great spirits, and her eyes were a little brighter: "I'm so fine! God finally opened my eyes!"

"I don't know if Zhao Lanying will recover?"

"meeting."

Lu Chengyuan followed a few people and walked out.

"When will it heal?" Li Hui asked.

"I just asked my colleagues that Zhao Lanying's condition is not serious. As long as you take good care of it, you can regain your ability to take care of yourself in about a week. But..."

"But what?" Xia Chutang asked.

"But with today's care, the patient's mood will definitely continue to be problematic, so it's hard to tell, and it might get worse."

No matter what the condition is, the patient's mood is very important.

Aunt Zhao waved her hands after hearing this: "Whether she is good or not, it is none of our business."

Li Hui also nodded: "Yes, it has nothing to do with us."

After hearing what the two said, Lu Chengyuan didn't say anything more.

On the way back, Aunt Zhao talked about the house.

"Doctor Lu, we should be moving after a while. Later, you can calculate the rent for the friend we gave you."

Shock flashed across Lu Chengyuan's handsome face, "Moving?"

He thought he was moving to the house bought by Xia Chutang and subconsciously went to see the girl.

Xia Chutang immediately understood Lu Chengyuan's eyes, shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands: "It has nothing to do with me."

"It's your Uncle Zhuang."

Li Hui didn't notice Lu Chengyuan's emotional discomfort and explained with a smile, "The welfare housing of the unit we applied for is available! We will move there when it is packed up."

Lu Chengyuan: "..."